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"
Listen
,
Non
-
Absolute
,
you
’
re
playing
with
fire
.
Better
go
and
murder
somebody
fast
,
before
you
let
it
get
you
—
that
reason
that
stopped
you
from
turning
informer
—
or
else
it
will
blast
your
career
to
hell
.
"
The
boy
had
not
answered
.
This
morning
,
Rearden
had
gone
to
his
office
as
usual
,
even
though
the
rest
of
the
office
building
was
closed
.
At
lunch
time
,
he
had
stopped
at
the
rolling
mills
and
had
been
astonished
to
find
the
Wet
Nurse
standing
there
,
alone
in
a
corner
,
ignored
by
everybody
,
watching
the
work
with
an
air
of
childish
enjoyment
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
today
?
"
Rearden
had
asked
.
"
Don
’
t
you
know
it
’
s
a
holiday
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
let
the
girls
off
,
but
I
just
came
in
to
finish
some
business
.
"
"
What
business
?
"
"
Oh
,
letters
and
.
.
.
Oh
,
hell
,
I
signed
three
letters
and
sharpened
my
pencils
,
I
know
I
didn
’
t
have
to
do
it
today
,
but
I
had
nothing
to
do
at
home
and
.
.
.
I
get
lonesome
away
from
this
place
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
have
any
family
?
"
"
No
.
.
.
not
to
speak
of
.
What
about
you
,
Mr
.
Rearden
?
Don
’
t
you
have
any
?
"
